A Symphony of Chaos

My mind is a symphony,
A symphony of chaos,
A symphony of sounds and silences,
A symphony of harmony and discord.

There are drums in my mind,
Drums that beat and pound,
Drums that make me anxious and alert,
Drums that make me restless and tense.

There are strings in my mind,
Strings that pluck and strum,
Strings that make me sad and melancholic,
Strings that make me nostalgic and longing.

There are horns in my mind,
Horns that blow and blast,
Horns that make me angry and frustrated,
Horns that make me defensive and aggressive.

There are flutes in my mind,
Flutes that whistle and hum,
Flutes that make me happy and cheerful,
Flutes that make me optimistic and hopeful.

There are pianos in my mind,
Pianos that play and sing,
Pianos that make me calm and peaceful,
Pianos that make me serene and mindful.

My mind is a symphony,
A symphony of chaos,
But also, a symphony of beauty,
And I am the conductor of my soul.